Missing Paris and my Daughter Amy.

Today I’m missing Paris, my second home.

I felt the first cool breeze of the coming winter in Melbourne today and it reminded me of my Winter in Paris last year.

I miss… the sharp icy wind hitting me in the face as I walk around the corner on my way to the market or Metro.

I miss… warm afternoons in the apartment listening to French tv with amazing foods, especially real baguettes and Frazier-res from the Patisserie across the road

I miss…being under the Eiffel, small cars and the little carnival nearby

I miss… the art , the artists, Surrealists, Dada….

I miss… collecting street litter with David ,street art, photographing underground spaces, junk collecting and Mont Martre

I miss… big woolly coats, scarves and boots when slipping in the snow and Champs Elysees.

I miss… creating in my little studio in the corner of the lounge/bedroom I call the “Cubicle” in Paris and the view out my window.

I miss…. visiting family and friends and living with passionate French people and locals and the colours, the smells of my neighborhood .

I miss Paris but, I will be back again and again because… most of all ,I miss my beautiful daughter Amy who lives there.